Election Night Party (Fringe+Kiskla)

[Yasha Cadera]

The first thing that comes to mind as I'm dangling in the grip of this malevolent force is that if I'd added more protein to my vegetables, maybe I wouldn't be so thin as to flip flop around like a shawl in a breeze.

"Se-schedu-ce…?" The word creeps out and with it the most horrible, agonizingly impossibly life threatening things of all: I get a ridiculous case of the giggles. 'Course they sputter out of my force clenched throat with all the dignity I'm used to coming from myself in terrifying situations. "Wasso-wass-s-" my voice dies into the sequestering chokes and sputters of a man whose face has turned a shade of purple and I think I'm about to swallow my tongue. Can you do that? Can you swallow your own tongue? "I'd be your friend."

The grip loosens on my throat and in the distance I feel @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] raging. Well, it's not so much the feels that get me as my brain becomes starved of oxygen, and my sight line as fuzzy as bales of yarn but the sight in the corner of my eye of the red-faced blonde that I'd gotten to know on Endor with the Whisties. My arms flail out, trying to be in sight of her so she knows I'm not dead - that helps right? Not being dead? "H'hei Mmmmrret! Meret's a -oh Darthy!" @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]'s grip lightens enough that I'm at risk of not passing out, which at the moment isn't something I'd particularly mind if there's a 100 story drop in my immediate future. I grab both my bony hands around his arm, or really anything I can hold on to and cough. "No one influences Meret's decisions but Meret. She's her own lady, she can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants." My mind flares up, I could defend myself! Say I've got no mind of my own, say we've already had our fun, say something about Meret's mental process during the party but I don't.

For some reason the words don't come and I let what befalls come without my verbose defence. "I'm not the sort of guy who tells a Lady what to do. I'm the sort of guy who tries to heal the cuts and bruises that come out of the decisions we make…"

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien sighed as Meret stormed off. He was back in the dog house. He watched as she rushed off he didn't follow. He stood still and waited he could feel her anger, far from invigorating him it just hurt.She returned and announced she was leaving "I will walk you to your ship and give you the results when they come through" He said, he felt slightly dejected as he offered his arm mainly to support himself the alcohol was kicking in now and that combined with the obvious ire made him unsteady.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret reluctantly took Lucien's arm. "You really don't understand me. This jealous behavior is destroying us. You just can't kill everyone I talk to. "

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Pardon?" Lucien said honestly curious, Lucien my have covered up Mikhail's but he didn't know what the behavior was "He didn't kill him did he?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"I'm not dead!" A weasely little voice thrills atop the crowd over to @[member="Lucien Cordel"] and @[member="Meret Blackmoon"]. "I think I'll go for a walk." My feet trill back and forth, as my shoes try to get purchase on anything more solid than fast moving air.
"H-hh-heepp mmeeeeee." The voice drifted higher in pitch, taken by the strangulation of the throat and the fact I am a teensy tiny little padawan and this other guy who somehow knows the rest of them, isn't.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

They walked round the corner and @[member="Anders Sivas"] greeted them. Lucien was relieved two deaths would kill his engagement, Lucien turned to Mikhail "I think you have scared him enough now Master, Put him down please" Lucien asked still holding to Meret for support. If Mikhail let the boy go Lucien would help him up and buy him a drink once he had escorted Meret to her ship.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

"No Anders is not dead but he may have been if I had not interupted that thug choking him. If you had a headache would I deprived you of a headache remedy? If you were sick would I stop you from seeing a medic? Anders is a healer, his energy allowed me to be here, it blocked all that violence you seem to enjoy. You should be on your hands and knees thanking him. I came here because I thought it would please you. Next time I will do what pleases me."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn rolled his eyes as @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] came storming in. "Lucien put me up to this? Please. This is all me. But obviously nothing is going on here. What a faithful wife."

Mikhail Shorn defending fidelity. Someone, somewhere was dying of shock. But it was more than just irritation. It was almost inexplicable to him. Normally, he really wouldn't care about this situation. In fact, he'd probably be causing it. But Lucien... Well, damnit, he cared about him.

He set @[member="Anders Sivas"] back down. Blue eyes turned to @[member="Lucien Cordel"]. He shrugged casually. "Oops."

Without further warning, Shorn's figure promptly vanished into thin air. He reappeared next to @[member="Kitt Solo"] at the bar. "Marriage is icky."

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

"OOPPS?" What a cavilar statement. Then he runs away like a coward." Meret walked ahead of Lucien while shaking her head in disbelief. Anders gave Meret the gift to block her thoughts from Lucien. She would be more vocal now. "Violence is not the answer to every problem. It solves nothing. "

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"I didn't orchestrate or plan this for once " He called after her. Then he walked over to Anders and offered him his good hand "Im sorry for that Lord Shorn is protective of me and I seem to think he thought something funny was going on between your self and my fiance, she seems to like you" Once anders was on his feet Lucien handed him some money get yourself something from the top shelf. Then he ran after his wife to be. "I'm sorry he did that Mikhail is protective over me its one of his redeeming qualities, I will ask him to leave Anders alone from now on" Lucien said walking beside meret "How is sunny doing?"

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret did understand that the assault on Anders was not his doing. She had learned a valuable lesson. Lucien and Meret would have to divide their lives, their time together. She would live on Endor away from the Fringe madness and Lucien could stay with her when she became a priority to him, after his businesses and friends. Meret turned to face Lucien "Kiss me."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Of course" Lucien said stepping forward his good hand went to cradle the back of her her whilst his bad hand draped over her shoulder. He stepped closer to her and kissed her lips. He didn't like fighting with Meret but they had some differences and they weren't going to change, they could be moved past though. He ran his good hand down her arm to hold her hand. "How is sunny doing?"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

And, as all elections do, the polls came to a close.
The technicians at the party overcame the earlier barrier to knowledge, and the final tallies displayed across the board for all cake indulgers in attendance to appreciate.

FINAL FRINGE HIGH COUNCIL TALLIES
@[member="Rave Merrill"] IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII [18]
@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] IIIIIIIIIIIII [13]
@[member="Kitt Solo"] IIIIIIIII [9]
@Lady Exedō IIIIII [6]
@[member="Circe Savan"] III [3]
@[member="Val'Ryss[/B] [B]Zankarr"] II [2]
@[member="Dharma Vessia"] I [1]
@[member="Anders Sivas"] IIIIIII [7]
@[member="Meret Blackmoon"] IIII [4]
@[member="Penumbra"] I [1]
@[member="Lord Dissero"] I [1]
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] I [1]

 

[Dissero]

"Well I'll be a bantha's uncle," Dissero blinked at the results, "someone voted for me. Do you see that, Spencer?"

Hopefully she looked to see. If she did, he'd steal another swipe of icing from her cake.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The flashing images of Shorn were causing issues but not ones that he could particularly hold against the man. It did bring his attention to another situation he'd been long away from with his time of quiet solace, thus did his footsteps bring him to two old friends. "@[member="Lucien Cordel"], @[member="Meret Blackmoon"], its been some time hasn't it. Word has reached me that you two will soon be wed, my congratulations on the arrangement. Lucien has been a good friend and mentor to me I'm pleased for him to find someone as lovely as yourself, Meret. Lucien thank god you didn't try this route with me!"

Their emotions reeled off them like waves as the Zabrak brought up a line to both of them radiating calmness and even joy. His eyes lock with Lucien he knew the fellow master would feel the advanced touch of the force, but he was also quite sure it be appreciated. It was a habit he was well in practice of giving his support to Spencer herself while Ashin was absent, and without missing a step he sent a single strand to the conflicted form of @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] just a few rooms away. You know you could join us at any time, Lucien isn't your only friend. You're a good man, stop trying to prove you are not.

 

[Aran Finn]

So someone had voted for him. This was unexpected ... he hadn't really had the time to make anyone's acquaintance. He could be anyone, really ... at that thought, Alen Na'Varro chuckled and fetched himself another beer. This had been a gorram weird night, and that was putting it lightly.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret was thrilled to see Sargon. She took a step forward and hugged him. "Much has happened, I do miss seeing you, Sargon. You must come and visit us on Endor. " Meret recalled her adventures with Lord Vynea. It was rather fun.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

As I'm put down I hack and cough on my elbows and knees, hand rubbing my own neck. My arm reaches up as @[member="Lucien Cordel"] helps me up, I slap his shoulder in an effort to get a hand-hold on the rise. He slips credits into my hand and I wonder what he's meant by it. Buddy @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] near throws me over the roof of a building and he thinks some high shelf malarkey will cover it?

Maybe I can use this as a seed fund to buy a new esophagus. Shoulders quivering as I remind my lungs of their function, I see the detached fixture of Lord Cordel, detached like a retina is detached on a patient who complains he's not seeing like he used to. A waft of nostalgia and desire sweep into my bones and I want to whisk @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] away to privacy, to try and be the man she so vehemently denied I was in her distraught, pained eyes. This anger is not sweet, nor does it fuel my body with its relentless sting against the chinks in my armour. "Of course she likes me. We're both from Naboo. Stress makes compatriots of commonalities, Cordel. As I said. Meret Blackmoon is a woman of her own making. Go be with your fiancée."

He walks off and I breathe, I stumble into the bar in time to see the results flicker up. Freed from Meret and her beau, my body sets itself onto the barstool and I hold fast the counter's edge. Whatever material happened to be used in its creation has become chipped and scarred by my red-faced reflection. I stuff the credits in my pocket and wait as the hum of many voices drowns out my own in turn to become the universal We, the one-man conglomerate who listens with ears both distracted and intended to the calling of the votes.

As the final ringing tolls of my singular personality fragments for the tempest of this festival of souls, the striking recall that Anders Sivas made it, got voted for becomes another flippant comment in the sea of information. A man named Anders made it to the High Council. His body's sitting at the bar, fingers curled around a tumbler of liquid meant to cool the flashing memory of a day on Endor - months before rings slipped on feminine fingers by Governing men - where two artists from Naboo woke blissfully sore in tangled canvas and Anders, the real Anders, no imprint or symbiotic Anders stepped toward the act of becoming inside his fleshly skin.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Sargon approached him and his fiance with his congratulations "Thankyou My friend, You most certainly are welcome to join us at one of our three estates" He said with a smile. He felt notably calmer now.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Kitt Solo"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Hannibal observed silently as Kitt and Mikhail exchanged words, only for the estranged psychopath to leave after a few moments. This was too intense. A ridiculous, infeasible amount of intense. Did she really just taunt him? Shorn, of all people? Even if he was just here in spirit-force ghost-specter-whateverthehell, he could apparently still do his telekinetic shtick, as evidenced when he dragged some poor sap from the room like he was a sack of Ukioan potatoes. Shorn's speech dripped with scorn and malintent, which only served to disconcert Hannibal.

Then he walked away and Hannibal was free to berate Kitt.

"Did you really just deride the God-killing abomination?" Hannibal hissed, suddenly sounding more like a Fondorian and less like a quasi-literate scoundrel. "Why in the Galaxy would you ever think it a rational idea to-..."

And then he appeared behind Kitt once again, prompting Hannibal to return to silence.